Massive Oil Nightmare

 According to rear adm. mary landrey us coast guard. Crude oil in no way has made it’s way to Florida’s key west. Even though crude oil lumps continues to show up on land. But, in no way possible was that particular oil from the catastrophic bp spill? Is’nt spill a slight understatement? Personally, I think it’s insulting! Wildlife dying.. Business’s failing, And that’s just the beginning. Keep reading. 

My question to you., Humans I share my world with. Earth to all of you?!? Wake the hell up. Do you trust what you are watching and being told to be true? Do you believe this coast guard lady has any iota as to what she’s talking about? Reporting to you? I again am infuriated by all of this ignorance. Guessing games, tinkering with God’s work. Truly unbelievable. Destroying our entire world. The smartest brains here on earth can’t figure out how our heart begins to beat or how to fix this massive oil nightmare. We could go deeper.. Shall we chat about the brainiacs that came up with setting the oil on fire? Of course not. We don’t want to continue bringing attention to our rapidly depleting ozone layer because to so many humans global warming is still fiction in your small bubbles. Update your software folks. Your still operating on a commodore PC with dial-up. Time to step it up. You’re at the right place. I will lace you up so tight. You will need to grab your inhaler. Soon realizing.. You are alive and breathing. Toughen up. Don’t email me with any whining. It’s not becoming of you. Need some Splenda? I don’t sugar coat. Not ever. There’s no time. Time is of the essence. So, this is about as sweet as it’s gonna get. 

Stop. Close your eyes.. For a moment think about Walle the Disney film. Now, remember all those lazy humans/(sheeple) who were completely oblivious to anything other than their own minute bubble. Okay thank you. You got the visual. Now wake the fuck up! Or.. Not. Stop complaining. Your just making noise. Pretty soon I’m sure in the near future I’ll be able to sue you for that too. 

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Waiting password protected at the gate…

Years of ignorance. Outsiders looking in. Excitement and bliss ruled my sound world. Internally conscious. This took me my whole life. All the pre-programmed desires of needing to be a ridiculously financially secure mother and always desireable, adored wife and truly believing that was my “completion” in life. Now what do you think? Breathe, Hic-Up, Blink. Thoughts become reality (everything around you started with a thought). With the realization I truly am from another galaxy. Perfect as is? Yes & No. Defragment needed. Uninstalling this corrupted software often referred to as spyware. The very virus that quickly activates death-ware.  Stare yourself in the mirror. Look beyond the glaring insecure stare. Don’t stop. Trust. Focus. Quickly all becomes clear. Doubled. Freedom in air. Don’t break your concentration. So much deeper to go. You’ll know when you’re in stereo.

Not your average girl. Not just a trophy for show. Stop for a minute. The power with in me is on overflow and releasing uncontrollably for the Gods have taken control of me. Externally a vision. Jaw dropper. Car stopper. Moon walker. Any hacker could not stop her. You got her (×2). Reboot your system. Rethink your vision. With your eyes you’ve witnessed gusts of winds to a steady ocean floor. Even with poked out lips and baby baring hips so phat her heart remained yours. Energy level inside her you judged to quick. System crash. Zapped. Nothing left. Zip.

Never. Just, taking my time quietly kept.

In most real form. Priceless intruety. Respectfully internally. Blessed externally. Compatibility: Twin software you manifested titled “me”…. With all this… ignorant heartbreaking thing we title “bliss”  Defragment because you want to. I crashed my system and the rebuilds taken longer than expected. Kindness forgiving disrespect. A hold card never second guesses her place or dare ponder the thought of locked souls and pad locked gates. Learn me. Become fluent. My desires have changed. I no longer need any twenty-million dollar estate. I’m perfect as is at my teeny tiny not so usually generous so forgiving succulent desirable irresistable mouth-watering ridiculously perfection of shape.

I’m waiting password protected at the gate. P.S. Hurry up. Quit being consciously late. Upgrade?!?

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